Again another Valentine passed by,
Without exchange of flowers between us.
Even the close friends laugh at this,
But we know we don’t need to discuss.
For us every day is Valentine,
And you are the dearest one to me.
No one can take your place,come what,
Even the Helen of Troy though be.
In your smile I find hundred roses,
And daily we exchange it a lot.
The world can’t recognize our love,
And will believe as if we are apart.
Love is a sacred feeling we know,
We don’t need to make it public.
Those need to give flowers on Valentine,
Who are in love,naive and rustic.
BY:Mohammad Ibrahim ..!!